Wednesday, October 04, 2006

This Is The Duplex Planet

In 1979, a year after graduating from art school in Boston, I took a job at the Duplex Nursing Home, where I worked for a couple of years as an activities director. There I found not only a rich pool of potential friends, but also recognition of something in myself: a long-standing interest in capturing, through the written word, the character of a person—in particular elders.

Oral history has a valuable place in our culture, but that isn't what I'm looking for. I don't see old people as merely windows on their past. No matter how much I’m told about events that predate my life, I'll never be able to go there. On the other hand I do hope to grow old.

Most of the important decisions we make about our lives, from career choices to whether or not to have a family, are made from observing what other people do in these situations. When it comes to aging, our glimpses of the process are primarily limited to watching family members grow old. Witnessing the aging and decline in older generations can't help but draw attention to one's own mortality. Furthermore, having known these elders over the course of an entire lifetime, it's hard not to mourn the loss of who they used to be.

I can trace my interest in befriending elders back to a trip I made to Palm Springs in the mid-seventies where my grandmother would spend the winters with her elder sister. This visit was notable because of time spent with her neighbor, Herb Feitler. Herb and Hannah Feitler had been childhood friends of my grandmother. During my time there, Herb and I made several excursions into the surrounding desert communities, mostly stopping at flea markets. I was in my mid-twenties, and to me, hanging out, driving around and becoming friends with a guy in his late seventies was the height of exotica. He wore one of those cloth fishing hats that I associate with Jack Klugman, Norman Lear or Woody Allen. Herb was authentically who he was and that simply connected with me.

When I returned home to Boston, Herb and I stayed in touch through occasional letters and postcards. Though I didn't recognize it at the time, what was so striking to me about meeting Herb was that I never knew him before. I had no familial connections or past history with him. Unanticipated and unforeseen, our friendship was borne out of a chance confluence. He was an engaging contrast to my grandmother, with whom I had a clearly delineated (and ultimately rather limited) relationship, based solely on the grandmother-grandson dynamic. Herb became my friend.

I moved to upstate New York from Boston twenty-two years ago. The Duplex Nursing Home has long since closed its doors. As with any of my friendships, with the passing of time (especially if they're no longer living) many of those residents show up in my dreams. What began as an interest has become my life's work. I set aside the brushes and canvases that had been my focus before, during and briefly after college. I found my voice as an artist, in a different medium. Words fit me like a better-tailored suit. First I created a little magazine called The Duplex Planet, and subsequently book collections, a comic book adaptation, CDs and performances, all based on my relationships and conversations with a range of elderly people. My Washington County neighbors and trips to other parts of the country are now the source for my work and ongoing friendships.

We already know the obvious things that old people have in common with each other; I want to know what makes them individuals. The more people I meet, the more different they seem from each other. Amid all these differences there is room for us all.

- David Greenberger

http://www.duplexplanet.com

7 Comments:

Blogger Robin Willis said...

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7:25 AM  
Blogger Robin Willis said...

OK I got all confused and left out a couple of articles...

I shall now try again.

Ah the first days of Blogging! Trying to get a picture to load. Trying to get those "EDIT ME" things to go away.

And sincere and bold predictions about content. HA! Just you wait and see how long you can last before you start posting about dust bunnies and tooth paste caps. You'll see!!! Buenas suerte amigo!!!

7:30 AM  
Blogger la la la I can't hear you said...

Welcome to the blogopshere. Look forward to reading more.

3:28 PM  
Blogger Joe White said...

hey David, welcome aboard. Great job on 1001 Real Apes. Looking forward to the day your blog announces a west coast tour.

5:49 PM  
Blogger PatMoriarityDotCom said...

The Duplex Planet in cyberspace...sounds like science fiction, but it's real.

10:22 PM  
Blogger P. J. O'Connell said...

1001 Real Apes is my favorite record of the 21st Century.
P. J. O'Connell

5:40 AM  
Blogger Ray said...

David:

Good luck with your blog. Welcome to Blogspot. It does have its quirks, but what I like about it is that you can make contacts with various people with similar interests. Also, it offers different filtering options for comments so that you have control over spam and snarky trolls. (No, I'm not emplyed by blogger.com.)

Blogging has changed my writing pattern. Before I would write articles for my zine. Now I write first on my blog and then collect a few posts for my hardcopy zine. It helps me with writer's block. Maybe you'll find that such a pattern works for you.

Best,

Ray

1:39 PM  

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